Lard White Controller

Liam was trying to find a replacement controller online that wasn't as expensive as the rest. He ended up on some site with third party controllers that appeared to be good, well-reviewed. He was looking through the colors when he laughed seeing one of the names 'Lard White'. He was interested enough to buy it there, excited to see how it turned out.

He connected the controller to his console once it arrived, ready to see how it felt. Settling into the couch he picked up on a game he'd just begun, forgetting about the controller as he quickly became absorbed in the content.

He didn't notice hours going by, his concentration unwavering. It wasn't until he felt his eyes drooping, tired from looking at the screen for so long that he noticed the time- nearly 3 am. He quickly felt panicked, wondering how it went in a blink of an eye, realizing he'd even skipped dinner. He strangely felt full though. Looking down at his stomach, it almost seemed bigger? Something about his weight was off too, he had trouble moving his body around.

Liam was already too tired to wonder about it anymore, crashing into his bed to be ready for the next day.

Each day following was the same: picking up the controller, his mind glazing over as all his awareness became focused on the tv. He never thought twice about it, forgetting the experience he had every night. Never thinking he should do something different. It had already become a habit, stopping in the middle of the night, wondering why his stomach seemed larger, why his body seemed heavier. It was normal.

He didn't realize his stomach was actually growing until he finally shifted his weight, leaning back and finding his wrists on top of some plush pillow. He looked down, seeing a giant bulb of fat that was his gut, the round softness sinking between his legs and spreading out on his hips. It had grown every night, slowly filling his space, a giant ball of lard supporting his body. Now he may as well have been a cushion,

The controller buzzed, bringing his attention back to the game, forgetting about what had happened. He'd only ever rest his hands on his stomach as he played from then on, his body continuing to grow around him and sink him further into soft warm comfort.